St. Paul daily globe., 1887-11-11
ADAY OF HORROR
Joe Howard Tells a Graphic
Story of Sensational
Occurrences.
He Gives the Awful Details OF
the Suicide of Louis
Lingg,
Which Was Followed by the
Self Slaughter Of an
Excited Lunatie.
The Action of the Governor
Discussed From Several
Standpoints.
F aps of Trouble on Sunday
When the Funerals Will
Take Place.
The City Quiet as Yet, But
Every Preeaution is
Taken,
TO Prevent Any Outbreak on
the Fateful Friday
Morning.
F ars of Trouble on Sunday
When the Funerals Will
Take Place.
The City Quiet as Yet, But
Every Preeaution is
Taken,
To Prevent Any Outbreak on
the Fateful Friday
Morning.
SpeciaI to the Glope.

Special to the Glope.
CmCAGO. ILL.,. Nov. 10.-Lingg i'll
heaven or wherever, Fielden and
Schwab to 90 to Joliet prison, and the four
others pacing their cells i'll anticipation
of tomorrow moose. So stands the
the record of tonight. Louis Lingg is
dead. There is no doubt about that to
begin with. He has kept his word, and
has not only saved his own neck, but
has put the sheriff. the jailer, the gov
ernOr and everybody else into very
bad hole. 1t was bad enough to look
ahead to Sunday, as all wise men do as
the great day in this unprecedented
drama, because, assuming that an eXecu-
ton will take place, and the reception
lust now of card which reads admit
Joseph Howard. Jr., of New York, to
witness execution at Cook county Jail,
at 10 H., Nov. II, 1857 and signed
Canute r. Matson, sheriff, would seem
TO Oindicate there is to be, there
Must Be, Something Done
with the bodies. mustn't there? And
the law as it is interpreted to-day gives
the bodies to the families or friends of
the dead. That means big funeral, a
tremendous demonstration and every
thing that can be done within the limit
of the law. Oh, what day this has
been! Horrors upon horrors! Mutila-
ton in cell! Suicide in the jail yard.
CONSERVATION on the street and doom
telegraped from the capitol. WithrtheSe
factors in your mind it will not trouble
YOU much TO fashion the situation as it
exists here tonight. The air is full of
a subtle something which finds its way
into every lung and stirs the innermOst
cookies of the least sensitive heart. 81
won't die on the scaffold," said Lingg
ten days ago. Il hate and defy you all, !"
said Lingg week ago. Il approach my
last moment cheerfully, but l will not
go alone,'' said Lingg not fOrty-eight
hours ago. ClllppCOi
He Had Been Searched
time and again, changed from cell to
cell his clothing taken and other gar
ments put upon him. lie nevertheless
in some way managed 10 conceal about
his person, probably, nd not impOssi-
bly,, among his bushy nair, enough full
,o,;,,o+;,,,r ,,,orour.- o,. d,-Domito M hlour
up the entire jail if 1t had so pleased
him. 1t eXciteS no surprise when mad
bull rushes through our streets, fright
ening inhabitants. Overturning OBJ
structions. and finally dashing with
headlong speed against a lamp post to
his death. Why, then, need it excite
surprise that this man with his bad eye
and his evil expression. after years of
internal utilization Of his undoubted in
tellect. after showing TO what length he
was willing 10 60 when he manufactured
and delivered the Haymarket bomb,
after his impasSiOned utterance, his con-
temptuous defiance and his violent
prating day and night, should in the
end like any other infuriated beast re-
gard his own destruction with calmneSS,
if not with pleasure? Unhappily for
hin his suicidal purpose fell short of the
ultimate He did his worst and failed.
Bang. sounded report, which echoed
from wall TO wall, followed at in the
morning by
4 Tremendous Cloud
of blush smoke. The thirty-day pris-
Oners huddled together as one
might imagine on the last great
day the ignorant of The earth
will seek in bands to avoid the Oh
coming of the great upheaval. Terror
bIanched their faces and added appre-
hcnsion came from what they saw in
each others eyes. The jailers started
to their feet and, as in the Olden times
men reused from slumber by the
Iumbling of an earthquake, sought
places of refuge. ran quickly into the
open space apprehensive of the falling
OF the walls and the grand descent of
the heavy roof. The condemned an
archists, reading, writing. smoking, or
whatever in their respective cells were
transfXed with apprehension, wonder
ing what next. No walls fell in, no
roof came down. The smoke was
quickly dispelled, and then rushing in a
body to the cell the keepers found,
prone upon his bed. blood flowing in a
torrent from his shattered face. the
mutilated, mangled body of the most
defiant of the gang.
Poor fellow,
Yes. poor fellow, indeed. For while